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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 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 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
AZ,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Ituana,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.