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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.