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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.