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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.