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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.