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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Wings,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.