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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.