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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.