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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.