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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
The Busters,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.