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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.