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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.