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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Wire,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Brick,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.