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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Crime,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.