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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.