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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.