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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.