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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
The Index,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.