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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.