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 China and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.