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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Human League to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.