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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.