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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.