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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.