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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.