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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 UT to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.