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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.