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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.