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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.