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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.