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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.