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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.