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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.