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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.