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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Josef K to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.