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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.