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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
the Association,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.