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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.