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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.