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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.