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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.