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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.