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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Index,
a-ha,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.