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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.