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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.