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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.