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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.