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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.