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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.