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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.