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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.