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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Unwound,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.