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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Gong,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.