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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.