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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
MC5,
Cameo,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.