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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.