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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.