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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.