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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.