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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.