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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.