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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Magma,
UT,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.