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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.