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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
ABC,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.