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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.