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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.