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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
the Association,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.