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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.