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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.