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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.