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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Monks,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.