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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Skarface to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.