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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.