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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
the Association,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.