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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.