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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.