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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.