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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.