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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
AZ,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.