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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.