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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 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 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.