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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Busters,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.