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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Magazine,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Ossler,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.