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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.