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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Wire,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.