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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.