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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.