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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.