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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.