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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.