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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Slits to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Unwound,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.