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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.