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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.