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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.