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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.