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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.