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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.