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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Can,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.