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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Crime,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.