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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.