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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.