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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Crime,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.