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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.