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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.