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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.