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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.