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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.