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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.