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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.