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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.