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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.