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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.