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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.