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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc 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?
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.