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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.