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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.