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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
DNA,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.