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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.