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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.