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 Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.