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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
The Saints,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.