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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.