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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Q65,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Television,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.