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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.