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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.