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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.