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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.