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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Swans,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.