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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
The Names,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.