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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Swans,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.