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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
X-101,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.