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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.