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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.