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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.