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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
The Index,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.