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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.