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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.