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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.