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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Neu!,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.