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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.