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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
JFA,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.