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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.