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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.