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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.