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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.