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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.