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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Can,
Wire,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.