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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.