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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.