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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.