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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.