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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Aswad to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.