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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.