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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.