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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.