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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.