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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.