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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.