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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Faust,
the Human League,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.