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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.