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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.