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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Residents,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Fear,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.