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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.