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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Visage,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
The Cure,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.