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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.