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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.