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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.