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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.