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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.