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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.