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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Television,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.