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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Crime,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.