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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Faust,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.