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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.