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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.