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 France and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.