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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.