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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.