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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.