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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.