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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.