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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.