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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.