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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 JFA 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.