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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Excepter 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.