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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.