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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Slits,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.