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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.