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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 organ 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 Scion to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Can,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.