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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.