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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Wire,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.