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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Residents to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.