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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Japan,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.