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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.