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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.