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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Can,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.