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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.