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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.