Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Wire,
Faust,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.