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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.