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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.