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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.