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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.