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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.