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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Wings,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.