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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Associates to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.