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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.