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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.