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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Index,
John Foxx,
UT,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.