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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.