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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.