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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.