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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Evens,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.