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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.