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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.