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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Quantec,
DNA,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.