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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.