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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.