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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.