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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.