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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Mars to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.