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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.