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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.