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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Agitation Free 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.