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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.