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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
June Days,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.