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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.