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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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