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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Pole,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.