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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
MC5,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.