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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.