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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.