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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Days. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.