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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.