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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
the Slits,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.