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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.