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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.