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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.