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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.