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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.