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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.