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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.