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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.