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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.