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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.