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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.