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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.