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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Pole,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.