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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.