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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Nas,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.