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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Wings,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.