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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.