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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.