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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.