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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.