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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Franke,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
MC5,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.