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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.