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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.