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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Crime,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.