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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.