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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.