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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.