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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.