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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.