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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.