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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Can,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.