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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.