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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.