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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.