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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.