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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.