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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 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 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.