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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.