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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.