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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Television,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.