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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.