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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Pretty Things 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.