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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.