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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Crime,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.