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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Fluxion 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.