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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.