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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.