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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.