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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.