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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.