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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.