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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne 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?
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.