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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.