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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey 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 techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.