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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Brick,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.