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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.