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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.