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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
the Normal,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.