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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.