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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.