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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.