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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.