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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.