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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.