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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Index,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.