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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Sound 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter 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?
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.