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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
cv313,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.