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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.