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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.