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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Pole,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.