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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.