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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.