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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.