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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.