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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.