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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Echospace,
The Residents,
ABC,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Faust,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.