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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.