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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.