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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
UT,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Index,
X-102,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.