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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Faust,
MC5,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.