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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.