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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Japan,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.