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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.