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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 E-Dancer 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.