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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Brick,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.