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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.