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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.