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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.