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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.