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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Rakim,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.