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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.