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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.