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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.