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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.