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 China and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.