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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.