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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
June of 44,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.