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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.