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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.