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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.