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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.