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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.