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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.