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 China and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.