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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.