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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Organ,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.