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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Can,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.