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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.