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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.