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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Ronan,
Technova,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.