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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.