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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.