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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
MC5,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.