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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Can,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.