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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.