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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.