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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.