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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.