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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.