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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.