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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.