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 Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.