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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Martian,
UT,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.