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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Q65,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.