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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.