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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.