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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.