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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
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,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.