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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.