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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Pantytec,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.