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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.