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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
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 The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.