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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.