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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.