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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.