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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.