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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.