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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.