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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.