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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.