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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.