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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.