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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.