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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.