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 Laos and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.