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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.