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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.