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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.