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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.