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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.