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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.