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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.