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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub 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?
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Wire,
JFA,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.