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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.