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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Whodini,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.