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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.