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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.