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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.