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 Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.