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 India and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.