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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pretty Things to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.