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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Josef K,
ABC,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.