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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Motions,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.