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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.