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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.