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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.