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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.