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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Swans,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.