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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.