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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Monks,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Interpol,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.