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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.