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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.