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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Japan,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
The Names,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.