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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.