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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.