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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Hashim,
UT,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.