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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.