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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.