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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.