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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.