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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.