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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.