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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.