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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.