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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.