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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.