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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.