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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.