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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.