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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.