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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.