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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Monks,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.