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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.