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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.