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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.