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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.