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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.