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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Visage,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.