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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.