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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.