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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.