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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.