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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.