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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.