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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.