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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Rhythm & Sound 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.