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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.