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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.