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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Smiths 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.