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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.