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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.