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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Magma,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.