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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.