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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.