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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Skaos to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.