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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.