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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.