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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.