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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.