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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.