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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.