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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Fugs to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.