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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Babytalk,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.