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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.