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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.