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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.