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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.