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 Serbia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Gong,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.