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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.