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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.