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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.