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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Nas,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.