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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
AZ,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.