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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Inner City,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.