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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.