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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.