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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.