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 Sweden and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.