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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.