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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.