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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.