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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
10cc,
Fear,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.