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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.