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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.