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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.