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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.