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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.