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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.