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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.