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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.