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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Q and Not U 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.