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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.