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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.