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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.