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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Five Americans to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Television,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.