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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.