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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
New Order,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.