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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.