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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.