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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.