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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.