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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.