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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.