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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Wire,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.