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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Scion,
Roxette,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.