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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.