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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
June Days,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.