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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Can,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Swans,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.