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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.