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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.