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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.