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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.