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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.