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 Panama and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
The Names,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.