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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.