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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.