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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.